Saturday afternoon
The blood already boiling in the backroom
Sweet sweet music and cigarette smoke in the air
Laid-back but faking
Cause the six-packs make us ache
Because we were too young
Were dreaming that the streets outside
Can take us anywhere
Lets get out before we fall apart
From nostalgia and broken hearts
Im so loaded and it's getting so late
Let us love before we learn to hate
Now if God made the cities
Then the devil himself made the small towns
And we promised eachother
Well never grow old in this place
But while were still here
Well be squeezing every drop out of this junk-life
Well celan it till it shines while
Were waiting for the glory days
Lets get out before we fall apart...
Now some of us wont get away
And some of us will have to stay
But you can me well leave them all behind one day
Lets get out before we fall apart..